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RHEA ]<:VALVXX ASHLEY 
The First Prince Charming 



Prince Charming 



A PLAY 
IN A PROLOGUE AND THREE ACTS 



BY 

W. B. EWER 



Second Edition, Enlarged 



Middletown, N. Y. 

Hanford & Horton Co. 

1913 






Copyright 1904 and 1913 

BY 

WILLIAM BROOKS EWER 

Published in June, 1913 



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Dedicated to 

RHEA E. ASHLEY 

The First Prince Charming 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 

MORTALS. 

Prince Charming. 
HaroIvD, Companion of the Prince. 
King Rufus, Father of Rosamond. 
Graumark, a Robber Chief. 
Hai,, 1 

^i'tlf Robbers. 

KarIv, I 

Nick, J 

Page to King Rufus. 

OuEEN Brynhilda, Mother o/ the Prince. 

GENEVIEVE, I Court Ladies. 
Beatrice, J 

Queen Ethei., Mother of Rosamond. 
Rosamond, The Steeping Beauty. 

witches, 
schreckmuth. 
dunkelmarth. 
Wrackma. 

fairies. 

Meri<ina, the Fairy Queen. 

Tiphaine. 

Robin Goodfellow. 

Echo. 

Court Ladies, Robbers, Pages and Fairies. 



PRINCE CHARMING. 
Prologue. 

Scene. A Witclis Cave Scltreckmuth, Ihinkelmarth 
mid Wrackma discovered. 

Slireck. — Sister, tell us of the times. 

Dunkel. — The serpent's fangs are crooked and 

His tongue is split. 
Sclireck. — What means the sign? 

Wrack. — That we must work or die before 

The set of sun. 
Schreck. — Where lies our work? 

Dunkel. and Wrack. — With Eosamond. 
A vision of Rosamond appears at the hack of the cave. 
She carries.^ in a basket., some floivers ^vhich she scat- 
ters upon the ground during/ the next speech 

Schreck. — Accursed damsel, art thou still alive? 
Take heed, for e 're the night thou shalt be dead. 
My life depends on evil; thou art good; 
And goodness doth obstruct my evil deeds. 
Aye! scatter flowers everywhere you go. 
Make the world glad with smile and ringing 

laugh. 
Thy time is short. Each smile and gentle deed 
Is like a deadly blow to all my works. 
Therefore thou diest. 

The vision disappears. 
A dog barks without 

Schreck. — Garm barks. See who's outside the 
cave. 

Wrackma goes to the entrance of the cave. 
Wrack. — A stranger in the habit of a page, 
Seeks conference with us who dwell between 
The earth and regions of unhappy souls. 
All the witches laugh. 



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Sclireck. — Let him come in. 

Elite)- Paye. 

Page — What evil place is thi^1 

Sclireck.- — Nay, answer me. Why hast thou come 

to us? ^ 
Page — I only serve the King. 
Schreck. — King Rufus? 

Page — He. 

Schreck. — We will not deal with thee. Where is 

the King? 
Page — Pie waits without the cave. 
Schreck. — Let him come in. 

Enter King Rufus. 

King — You withered hags who scorn earth 's sober 
ways, 
And read the heart's of men as from a book, 
I pray you tell me what I wish to know. 
Dunkel. — We know thine errand. Art thou then 
so poor 
In knowledge that thou com'st to us to learn 
Of things 'forbidden to mankind? Oh fie! 
King — Have done and get to work; for I'm made 
sad 
By idle murmurs buzzing in mine ears. 
I know not whence they come, but still they say 
That on this day my Rosamond shall die. 
Schreck — Seek not to know the future; 'tis for- 
bid. 
King — To me but not to you. Therefore proceed. 
Schreck. — Then look on things that thou art loath 

to see. 
Queen Ethel and Rosamond appear at back of the cave 
turning a garland of flowers 

Sclireck. — Know'st thou those women? 

King — Yes, the Queen, my wife. 

And Rosamond, my well beloved child. 
Schreck. — Hark to their words. 
Queen Ethel — 

Hyacinths for constancy, 



Violets for love, 
Lilies speak of modesty, 
Daisies tell of courtesy: 

All the virtues from above 
Hidden in the flower's language 
Bring us joy as we go 
Wheresoe'er the flowers grow. 
Rosa. — Sweet mother dear, whence came that 

pretty song? 
Ethel — 'Tis one thy poor old grandma taught to 
nie 
Full twenty years before thou saw'st the light; 
And I have treasured it until this day 
And tell it thee to keep thy thoughts from guile. 
Thy fifteenth year will die away tonight. 
Thou art no more a child, but woman grown. 
And all thy thoughts will take on sterner 

moods. 
Our childish sorrows lightly fly away. 
And leave no scars to mar the morrow's joy. 
But when our childhood's gone ,we learn too 

soon 
That every grief will warn us of the next. 
Rosa.— Mother, have no fear for me; 
All my life is jollity. 
All my days are one glad song; 
Merrily I trip along 
With no heed for care or sorrow, 
Ever welcoming the morrow. 
The vision of Queen Etliel ami Rosamond vanishes. 
King — There's nothing to affright me in that 
scene : 
My fears were vain. 
Schreck. — Then listen to the doom. 

This day sweet Rosamond will learn to spin. 
Dunkel. — This day the spindle tears her lily 

hands. 
Wrack. — And from the wound she dies. 
King — Impossible! 

There's not a distaff throughout all the land. 



Schreck. — There is, behold. 

A s])inning ivheel and distaff apj^ear in the middle of the 

cave. 

King — That wheel is many miles from Rosamond. 

What harm can come to her from such as that. 
Schreck. — Mark well the rest and tremble if you 
must. 

For sure as day turns into night, 

As sure as months and years take flight, 

As sure as foxes nightly prowl. 

As sure as angry dogs do growl; 

Before the nightmgale will cry. 

Thy daughter Rosamond shall die. 
Schreckmuth descends into the earth unth the wheel and 

distaff'. 

King — Your childish arts prove that my fears 
were vain. 
And all my time with you has been misspent: 
My daughter Rosamond may die today. 
For who knows when his life will pass away°^ 
Still in your incantations there is naught 
To prove she may not live for fifty years. 

Wrack. — Remain awhile: there is still more to see. 

An apparition appears. Schreckmuth spinning., Rosamo7id 
sittiyig beside her. 

Schreck. — • 

Our laughs may ring, 

The merry birds sing. 
For now 'tis Valentine's day: 

And maids must spin 

Their lovers to win 
While others go on their way. 

The wheel she turns. 

The tattered heart burns. 
Her lover has gone away. 

So bring the spade 

And bury the maid: 
'Tis long past Valentine's day. 



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Eosa. — Is't true a maid must learn to spin 

Before she win a lover! 
Sclireck. — Learn soon, my dear a heart to win: 

You ne'er may find another, 
Rosa. — Then teach me how to turn the wheel 

And how to use the spindle. 
Sclireck.— And while you spin and turn the reel 

With love thy heart I'll kindle. 

Eosa. — ■ 

But stop I pray and tell me why 

I'm feeling weak and giddy! 
And what is this foul sight I spy! 

My hand is torn and bloody! 

Sclireck. — 

The humming of the spinning wheel 

Makes all thy senses dwindle. 
No more we need to turn the reel: 
Her hand has touched the spindle. 

Her days are done, 

Her life is run, 
Her soul has flitted away: 

So bring the spade 

And bury the maid: 
'Tis long past Valentine's day. 

The apparitioyi vanishes. 
King — What you may ask in paymxent for your 
farce 
Demand of me and I will pay it you: 
But hope not to disturb my even ways 
With simple tricks unworthy of a man. 
Eeserve such things for simple minded folk. 
The gaping boor, the sentimental child: 
While I shall always hold myself to blame 
Because I sought enlightenment from you. 
Enter Merlina. 

Merlina — All you have seen will surely be, 
But have no fear: believe in me. 



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The wicked Sclireekmuth will this day 
Use all her arts your child to slay. 
But her dark acts will not avail 
For stronger powers w^ill prevail 
And hosts of fays from fairy land 
Will presently at my command 
Turn that foul death which now you fear 
To peaceful sleep of hundred year. 
Then for a space the witches three 
Will laugh and sing and dance with glee: 
But when the hundred years are past 
Their joy and laughter \vill not last. 



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ACT I. 
The Departure. 

Scene I. An open heath at night. Schrechmuth discov- 
ered. Wind, rain, lightning. 

Schreck — ^Six and one do seven make: 
Tarry thou or come too late. 
Who walks abroad to-night? 

Thunder. Enter Dunkelmarth. 

Dunkel — One who 's born to break our fate : 

One who hates the witches' mate: 

One as cunning as the weasel; 

One who'll blast our works of evil. 
Schreck — Let him not approach too near. 

Summon sister Wrackma here. 
Dunkel — Sister, where-so-e'er thou art 

In the city 's busy mart, 

In the loathsome toad's embrace, 

In the desert's lonely place; 

Leave what work thou hast at hand, 

Hasten to tlie witches' band. 

Sister Schreckmuth bids me call; 

Haste thee what-so-e'er befall. 

Ihunder and lightning. Enter drachma. 
Schreck — Welcome sister, whence comest thou? 
Wrack — From dismal swamp where frogs do 
croak 

And pestilence is bred. 
Schreck — Come hither. 
Wrack— Why? 
Schreck — To work. 
Wrack — For evil's good? 
Schreck — 'Tis so. 
All — Sisters three in council sitting; 

Bats are whizzing, whizzing, whizzing; 



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All the plagues of earth invoking; 

Babes are choking, choking, choking. 
Dunkel — Sisters, I am cold with fear; 

Something says our foe is near. 
Wrack — Something says 'tis but in vain. 

All our power is on the wane. 
Schreck — Like a cat you're mewing, mewing. 

Let us all be up and doing. 
Wrack — Here he comes. 
Schreck — Who comes! 
AVrack — Prince Charming. 
All — All the Furies blast him, blast him. 

Entei- Prince Charming and Harold. 

Prince — What says the clock? 
Harold — It has just struck twelve. 
Prince — I heard it not. 

Harold — Prince, you are sad, and brooding on 
your ills. 
You take no lieed e'en of the passing time. 

Fire hursts from the ground in the midst of the witches. 

Look there! 

Behold a sight fit to unnerve the strong. 

Three withered hags have burst from out the 

ground. 
Now Prince, your sadness must have taken 

flight: 
Who thinks of fancied ills in danger's sight! 
Prince — The fear that's on thee only makes me 
laugh. 
And laughing I have cast away my fears. 
Let's speak to them: perhaps we'll find them 

mild 
And gentle as the harmless cooing dove. 
Harold — You do it. Prince, for if they speak to me 

Methinks I'll find my courage in my heels. 
Prince — Goodwives, I pray you, tell me your 

abode? 
Schreck — In clmrch-yards where the deaid do 
walk 



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And phosphorescent fires play. 
Prince — And tell me what you're doing here to- 
night 

When others seek the shelter of their homes! 
Dunkel — Cooking plagues to blast thy life. 
Prince — Your lives and mine are now so far apart 

No plagues of yours can do me any harm. 
Wrack — Beware the words in idle moments 
spoken. 

Remember us. when all thy hopes are broken. 
Schreck^In the sleeping palace walls. 

Danger lurks through all the halls. 

Those who journeyed to that place 

Lie to-day in death's embrace. 
All Three Witches — One, two, two and two; 

Makes the witches' number true. 

Thine, thine, thine and mine, 

Leave out one and that makes nine. 
Schreck — ^Sisters, be dumb. 

Our work is done. 
Harold — ^Prince, let us go; for such unholy work 

Affrights me sore and cl ills me to the bone. 
Prince — Not so : for I would question these again. 

Pray tell me of the dangers that you say 

Do lurk throughout, the sleeping palac' halls'? 
Three Witches — Riddlr me once, riddlj me twice, 

Riddle again and that makes thrive. 
Prince — Let riddles g^ and let me know at once 

The place where stands the sleeping palace 
walls . 

IJie fire is extinguished and the witches vanish. 

Harold — Hold, Prince! for see, the dames have 
flown away, 
And where they sat is naught but vacancy. 
Let us be gone; this is unholy ground, 
And I'm worn out with crossing of rryself. 
Prince — Aye, cross thyself until thine arms he 
numb: 
That will not stop the chatter of such danios, 



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Whose words are idle and whose deeds l)iit 

tricks 
Beneath the notice of the truly wise! 
'Tis sneli as these who waste their preciDus 

lives 
A 'telling tales that never seem to end, 
And asking- riddles that no answers yield. 
But see, the dawn peeps o'er the eastern hills, 
And tells us that another day is near . 
Put on more cheerful thoughts without delay; 
T.et rosy morn drive niglitly fears away. 

ExeHnt. 

Scrite 11. A Wo(Mi hi Fir-st Gnunie. Enter Mcrlina 
and TiphauH'. 

j\Ier. — Welcome Tij^haine: approach thy queen 
and speak. 
What gentle errand suinmons thee ahroad? 

Tiph. — According to thine orders, loving Queen, 
The Sleeping Palace has my special care. 
There Kosamond, thy godchild holds her sleep, 
While I with fragrant blossoms scent the air, 
And whisper gentle words beside her couch. 
To sooth her slumbers and bring happy dreams. 
Since yesterday I've travelled round the world 
And plucked the fairest blooms for Rosamond. 
These poppies placed upon her smiling lips 
Will lock her in a sweet reposeful sleep. 
This herb from Italy will cause her heart 
To simulate the ocean's rythmic waves; 
And this pink flower make her dream of love 
Until the hour of her awakening. 

Mer. — Thou hast done well. 'Tis near a century 
Since Rosamond first fell into her sleep. 
A hundred years ago when Rosamond 
Was from an infant blooming into youth. 
The wicked Schreckmuth tried to cause her 

death, 
By throwing over her a cruel spell. 
But I, her godmother, with gentle arts 



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Have changed the death to sleep of hundred 

years. 
The time is near when Rosamond must wake: 
i\jid to that end some youth of spotless life, 
Kind, brave and just, must rouse her from her 

sleep ; 
Or else the will of Schreckmuth must prevail. 
Tipli. — My Queen, in times like these when 

through the sleep 
Of Rosamond and all her family. 
The land is now beset with every ill. 
Lives there a man with all those qualities? 
Mer. — Yes, there is one : a lad of noble birth. 
Whose mother holds the sceptre of this realm 
Should he, by his own will, elect to brave 
The dangers that beset the one who tries 
To reach the place where Rosamond is hid, 
The fays of fairy land must use their arts 
Against the skill of Schreckmuth and her mates 
Whose vengeful natures love not what is good. 
Not many days has Rosamond to sleep. 
So go, Tiphaine, and keep her slumbers deep. 

Exeunt. 

Scene IIT, Giarden of Prince Charmin<f s palace. 
Wall at hack. Queen, Genevieve and Beatrice discov- 
ered with Ladies singing and dancing. 

liadies (■'tinging ). Youth is the time to be merry 
and jolly ; 
Gather we roses and fling them away. 
Out on thee, misery, welcome Sir Folly: 
Dance and be merry the live long day. 

Why do we care for age and its sorrow, 

Why should it fright us? Let's frolic to-day. 

Now all is bright, we've no care for the morrow: 
Dance and be merry the live-long day. 

A Lady (solo) ■ — Under the trees in the gloaming 
of evening 



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Colin there told me his love for a maid. 
Surely 'twas me whom he meant w4ien he mur- 
mured 
"Truly my love for her shall never fade." 

Ladies— Come to the fete and be merry and jolly: 
Gather ye roses to deck out the bride, 
There will reign laughter and music and folly, 
Though in the future grim care betide. 

Queen— Sweet ladies, thanks, I love to watch your 

sports 
Although I'm past the age for gambolling. 
But when I see you at your merry games. 
My heart returns to my loved days of youth, 
And, for the time, I feel as gay as you. 
Now w^ould I dance; but age brings with it ills 
That stop the measure found in youthful blood. 
Genevieve- — Dear Queen, our mirth seems but a 

mockery. 
When all the land lies steeped in bitter woe. 
The tales that come to us from day to day, 
Are sad enough to melt the hardest heart. 
Within our castle walls we're safe from harm; 
But o'er those walls there comes the plaintive 

cry 
Of orphan starving at our very doors. 
Of mother left a w^idow in her youth: 
And to us who are happy in this court. 
Come sounds of war with all its bitter woes. 
And shrieking agonies of loathsome plagues. 
No sound of love ,no voice of charity. 
To still the beating of our aching hearts. 
Why should we dance amid such misery? 
Queen — Sweet Genevieve, give o'er such doleful 

thoughts, 
And with your queen be happy while you may. 
Why should the griefs of others give us thought 
When we have plenty and can dance and sing? 
Be thankful you are not like those who starve, 



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And gi\ e no thought to wars, to griefs, to 

plagues. 
But look! Adown the slope of yonder hill, 
. Some whirlwind comes to jar against our mirth, 
Look with your 3'ounger eyes and tell me, maids. 
If this shall bring us fright or jollity! 
Genevieve — 'Tis liarold, the companion of the 

Prince. 
With fingers clenched and eyes stretched open 

wide. 
He runs as if the Furies followed him. 
One cannot say that we should feel affright. 
For fear with him is an inheritance, 
And that which makes us laugh oft' makes him 

quake. 
Queen — Stand all aside and let him tell his tale. 
JEuter liarold running. 
Harold, thy coming in unseemly state. 
Fills all our thoughts vv'ith wonder and alarm. 
Mayhap some scene of misery or woe. 
Has been the parent of a state like thine. 
Lay bare the thoughts that make thee cpiake 

with fear, 
And tell me if the Prince is well or ill. 
Harold — The Prince was well, when last I saw his 

face ; 
And that was but a brief half hour ago. 
I'll truly swear in body he is sound; 
But of his mind I cannot speak so well. 
For days I've found him sullen and morose, 
And brooding on some ill, the depth of which 
I've tried my best to fathom, but in vain. 
I trust Your Majesty will counsel him 
To change the tenor of his evil ways; 
For if his brooding is not soon put off, 
The court will lose its richest ornament. 
And, furthermore, I pray Your Majesty, 
To make him cease his nightly wanderings: 
For, prowling as he does at ghostly hours. 
Will surelv be his ruin if not mine. 



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Last night, returning from an aimless walk, 
We met three withered hags, who spoke to us 
And scared me so the wonder is I'm here 
To tell of all the dangers we have passed. 
For surely, Queen, the omen of last night 
Reads danger to the Prince, if not to me. 
(ijueen — Your words astound me. We must guard 

the Prince, 
For should he die the court would pass from us. 
But tell me, Harold, wh}^ these nightly walks! 
Wliat does the Prince when others are asleep? 
Har. — He mounts some lonely hill, stares heaven- 
ward ; 
Then spreads a scroll of parchment on the 

ground 
And with a stylus punches it with holes. 
See, Queen, here is the scroll ; look well thereon. 
This truly is the work of one who's mad. 
Queen- — A parchment pierced with many little 

holes! 
'Tis as you say: the Prince is surely mad. 
Alas! that I have lived to see the day. 
When my own son, whom I have reared and 

loved, 
Shall walk the earth the specter of a man. 
The voice, that should be rival of the birds. 
Grown harsh and cracked: the warm, caressing 

hand, 
Unsteady, cold and loosing all its sense; 
The eyes that flash like jewels in his head, 
Imeven, dull and restless in their gaze. 
Har. — Take heart, dear Queen, 'tis not yet time to 

grieve; 
For, if his malady be checked in time, 
The Prince will be as sound a man as I. 
Genevieve — Behold how wise our Jack-a-Napes 

has grown. 
The wisdom of the schools is here outdone. 
If Harold's malady be checked in time 
Perhaps he'll be as wise as is our Prince . 



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Beatrice — Hold, Genevieve: you surely do him 
wrong. 
His love for our dear Prince lias turned his head, 
And though there is no doubt his head is wrong, 
I'm all but certain that his heart is right. 

Genevieve — When Nature doth another Harold 
make 
I hope there'll be more balance of his parts. 

Har. — Look, Queen, here comes the Prince. 

Queen. Stand all apart, 

And with some merry game beguile the time. 
Look not upon your queen, lest you behold 
Her grief gush forth, and like a cruel flood, 
Sweep over you and drown your merriment. 

Enter Prince. 
My gentle son, art well this merry dayf 

Prince — Aye, sound and well in every single part. 
There is no laggard blood in me to-day, 
But energy that forces me to work, 
And search all science for the good of man. 

Queen — Work is unfit in states like thine. 
Rest is the part for such a malady. 

Prince — What malady ? 

Queen— 'Tis ever thus, my son. When mind is 
weak 
The one afflicted knows not his disease. 

Prince — Why, mother! Do you think that I am 
mad ? 

Queen- — Thought off goes wrong, and if I said I 
thought 
'Twould be unwise. Nay ,son, I surely know. 

Prince — Then let me know the cause of thy belief, 
That by the duty that I owe to thee, 
I may forbear the thing that gives offense, 
And cause no pain to my dear mother's heart. 

Qneen — Look on this scroll. Behold a childish 
prank. 
What man of sense would stoop to such an act? 
Be counselled by a wiser head my son; 
And turn your thoughts to deeds of worthy men. 



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Prince — What fool has had the pleasure of your 

ears 
Or has some knave by lying poisoned yon I 
This scroll, you see, is a celestial chart 
On which I keep a record of the stars. 
No more of this good mother. 'Tis enough 
That I sliould spend my time in fighting knaves 
Wlio make a hell of our beloved land. 
I cannot and I will not turn aside. 
To vrage a war against a silly fool, 
(jueen — Alas, 'tis worse than I at first believed. 
Star gazing is beneath thy royal state. 
And therefore shows a mind that's gone astray. 
Leave off such things and be more like thy kind; 
Be ga}", not sad; instead of brooding spend 
Thy time among the ladies of the court. 
Prince — Good mother, there are Jack-a-Napes 

enough, 
I'll give them all to these fair ladies here, 
And they may sport with them from morn till 

eve. 
But leave me with my science and my books 
That I may grow in knowledge day by day. 
To serve my country as becomes a prince. 
My sadness, lady, is not what it seems: 
For at such times my mind's engrossed upon 
The poor oppressed subjects of this realm, 
Who need the care that I alone can give. 
And when I'm brooding I am building schemes, 
To bring more comfort to this stricken land. 
Accept me, gentle lady, as I am. 
And leave me in the pathway I have sought. 
Queen — This madness must be checked. Attend 

me well; 
For by the duty that thou owest me, 
I will insist, nay, force thee to my will. 
Sweet Genevieve, approach. Behold, Sir Prince, 
A maiden fit to make a royal bride. 
With her learn Cupid's ways — you'll find them 

sweet — 



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While others read thy books and con the stars. 
E'rince — To thee I owe the duty of a son, 
And will repay the debt with interest true. 
Come, Genevieve, lets play at love awhile. 
And do our best to make young Cupid smile. 

Har. When I behold sweet Beatrice 

My heart begins to flutter; 
And wlien she leaves my presence — 
Bea. Oh, cease that silly mutter. 
Har. Pray tell me, pretty Beatrice, 

The cause of my disorder 
When e'er thou com'st a-nigh me? 
Bea. Thy stomach's out of order. 
Har. Nay, teach me, haughty Beatrice, 

The way to win thy heart. 
Bea. The better will I love thee. 

The farther we're apart- 

Prince — I fain would learn love's language that I 
may 
Converse with thee along our flowery way. 
Genevieve — Love's language is not learned, it 
must be known: 
But first to love must one have fully grown. 
Heart speaks to heart with language all its own; 
When love is dead then is its language flown. 
Prince — Then love was never meant for such as 
me. 
My place is not beside a cooing maid. 
When o'er the land, in every wretched home. 
The sore oppressed are crying for my aid. 
Gen.— Prav say no more; nor with thyself make 
strife, 
For thou hast known love's language all thv 
life. 
Queen^ — How does our pair of lovers? 
Prince. Lady, well. 

Queen — Stand not so far apart my loving one- . 
And stare not on the unresponsive ground. 
Methinks that you have both gone off asleep 



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Like Rosamond behind the castle wall. 
Surrounded by a prickly briar hedge. 
Draw near and I will tell the tale to you. 

Some evil ones on Rosamond 

A cruel spell have wrought: 
And while she sleeps with war and woe. 

Our lovely land is fraught. 

Sweet Rosamond has kept her sleep 

A hundred years they say: 
And round her is a briar hedge, 

To keep the world away. 

Those who would fain awaken her, 
To force the hedge have tried: 
But caught within the 'briar bush, 
, In misery have died. 

Beware the sleeping palace halls, 

Near briars never tread: 
Nor try to wake sweet Rosamond, 

For fear you will be dead. 

Thus says the tale. Now lovers sport again. 
Prince — Nay lady, there is better work to do, 

I go to rouse sweet Rosamond from sleep. 

Adieu, good mother: Grenevieve, good bye. 

To find the sleeping palace will I try. 
Queen — Thy madness grows apace. Hast thou 
forgot 

The duty that thou owest me, my son? 

Here I entreat thee stay : 'tis my command : 

None go that way but meet grim death's hard 
hand. 
Prince — Whichever way I turn the galling bonds 

Of duty bind and lacerate my heart. 

The strongest duty must take precedence: 

And now a stronger duty calls me hence. 
Queen — Then if the mother can't control her son 

The orders of the queen shall be obeyed. 



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{To Ladips) Go all of you at once and bid the 

guards 
Lock fast the gates and suffer none to pass. 

Exeunt Ladies, Genevieve, Beatrice and Harold. 
Now, son, I have thee caged. 
Prince — ^Not so, good mother, for I shall not stay. 
Bars may be drawn if one but find the way. 
Enter Merlina. 

Mer. — Never fear the pride of greatness. 
Choose thy path and walk serene. 
All that's good will come from goodness: 

Choose tiie right, from ill refrain. 
To the fountain in the garden, 

Hasten at the fairies' call: 
There thou mayst escape thy prison 
Through a breech within the wall. 
Merlina to2iches the tvall with her wand. It falls to pieces 
and the Prince passes out of the garden. 



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ACT II. 
The Briar Hedge. 

Scene 1 A fairy glade Moonlight Unter Robin. 
Robin — Ho, ho! my fay: whither away so fast? 
Enter Tiphaine. 

Tiphaine — No more in haste I fly, for I am here; 

To dance and play with all my sisters dear. 

The queen and all her train come here tonight; 

Because at twelve the moon shines clear and 
bright. 
Robin — My errand is the same as thine: 

To dance and play I do incline ; 

And so I'll stay and play with thee. 

But tell me what thy name may be. 
Ti{)haine — My name's Tiphaine, the fay of gentle 
deeds. 

My duty is to dry the orphan's tear: 

To sooth the pains of unrequited love: 

And scatter dew on dying soldier's face. 
Robin — My name is Robin Goodf ellow, sweet fay : 

But call me only Robin if you may. 
Tiphaine — I know thee as I know myself. 

Thou art a roguish, thieving elf. 

I've heard of thee this many a day: 

Thou art a plague; that's what they say. 
Robin — They slander me who call me so; 

For to be good is all I know. 

I try to ease the housewife's trust. 

By helping her to sweep and dust. 

I dip her candles, melt her wax; 

I churn her milk and spin her flax. 
Tiphaine — But all the same you're full of 
mischief. 

You spin the flax, but break the distalT. 

And when the housewife wakes from dream, 



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She finds that thou hast skimmed her cream. 

Her household, too, is in a mix, 

Because of Robin's silly tricks. 
Robin — Forbear, sweet fay, to slander me, 

For in thy favor would I be. 

But hold! The flash of fire-fly 

ISays plainly that a fay is nigh. 

Let's call to her and give her greeting, 

And thus begin a merry meeting. 
Tipliaine^ — Fairy, fairy, tell me rightly, 

Will the moon shine dull or brightly? 
Echo- — Brightly. 
Tiphaine — In our games and mirth and chaff. 

Is it best to weep or laugh? 
Echo — Laugh. 
Tiphaine — To our fete the fays are running. 

Art thou coming, coming, coming? 
Echo — I am coming, coming, coming. 
Enter Echo 

Robin — Well met, fairy. W^hat's thy name? 
Echo — Echo. From the hills I came. 

There in solitude I dwell, 

Mocking those who love me well. 
Robin — Thou art welcome to our fete. 

Join the throng and choose thy mate. 

Merlina's court mil soon be here: 

Hark, the fays are drawing near. 

Music Enter Fairies singing, cmd Merlina. 

Fairies — Shine down on our gambols, silvery 

moon. 
Thee do we invoke in fairy tune. 
While mortals are dreaming. 
Thy soft rays are beaming: 
Shine down on our gambols, silvery 

moon. 



Merlina — A l^undred years have passed aiwiay 
Since on a foul, unlucky day, 
The cruel Schreckmuth cast a spell 
On Princess Rosamond. 



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And while the spell keeps hei- asleep. 
The orphans and the widows weep; 
In every home is care and pain, 
And wars infest the land. 



She sleeps within the castle tower: 
Her maidens sleep within the bower: 
The soldiers sleep upon their arms. 
The king upon his throne. 

And all await the happy time. 
When from a far and distant clime, 
A prince shall come and with a kiss 
Awaken her from sleep. 

Then will the orphan dry his tear: 
The widow shall have no more fear; 
Then care and pain shall fly away, 
The land return to peace. 



Merlina, hear my bitter cry: 
When will the hundred summers die? 
When will the prince from far away, 
Awaken Rosamond? 



Mer. — The time is very close at hand. 
Prince Charming is upon his way, 
To find the sleeping palace hall. 
But dangers lie before the lad, 
At every turning of the road. 
Here, robbers lie in wait for him. 
There, cruel witches cross his path: 
But we, the fays of fairy-land. 
Must give to him a helping hand. 

Echo, thou shalt go before. 

To show the Prince the way: 
Tiphaine, remain beside the lad. 

To guard him night and day. 
The rest may make his pathway soft 

With daffodil and buttercup; 
And Robin, merry little elf, 

Thou mayst trip the robbers up. 



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And now away without delay, 

I've given you your warning. 
Be merry Al what e'er befall 
■ And revel 'till the morning. 

Exeunt singing as before. 

Scene II. A Forest. Graumark and Rohhers discov- 
ered sleeping. Enter Schreckmuth 

Schreck — May those who dwell in realms of dark- 
est night 

Fill all your hearts with envy, malice, hate. 

Arise and strike: rob everything you find; 

But on our enemy turn first your mind. 
Enter Wrackma and Dunkehnarth. 

Schreck — Welcome, sisters: do your parts. 
All Three Witches- — In a ring the sister thus 

Curse the man who curses us: 

Trouble him who gives us trouble; 

May your hearts with malice bubble. 
Dunkel^ — Sister Wrackma, bind the spell. 
Wrack — It is bound up very well. 
Schreck — W^rackma, Dunkelmarth, away. 

While our spell these robbers sway. 
Wrack and Dunkel — Sister Schreckmuth, we are 
gone. 
Witches strike the rohhers and exeunt. 

Hal. — Who struck me? 

Mark. — No one: it was I who was struck 

Karl. — Have you lost your senses? I tell you 
some one has struck me. 

Nick. — Somebody struck me, an' let the one 
who says "nay" feel the lump on my head. 

Graumark — Have done, an' hark to me. While 
I slept one of you scurvy knaves saw fit to strike 
me. I know not which it was nor do I care: but I 
will lay my staff upon you all, and, when I am 
through, the guilty one will have received his 
deserts. ( Re sti'ikes the robbers ) 

Hal. — No, no, it was not I. 



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Mark. — Good master, I did not strike. 

Karl. — I did not lay my hand upon yon. 

Nick. — (Lrawiiui his sword.) Hold off, an' if 
you strike me I will run you through. 

Gran. — By all the devils in the pit I do believe 
'twas thou who struck the blow. But I will par- 
don thee if thou canst find the one who'll say he 
did it . 

Nick. — Hal, tell the chief 'twas thou, an' thou 
do 'est not, I will make holes all over thy body. 

Hal. — I stand between a drumming and my 
death. I'll take the drumming. Master, 'twas I. 

Grau. — ( >SfriMit(i Hal.) Take that, and that, 
and that, and live in expectation of the same to- 
morrow. An' now away. Take toll of all you 
meet: an' bring me what you find by set of sun. 
But hold, I had a dream last night. 

Hal.— And 1. 

Mark.- — And so did I. 

Karl. — I had a dream to. 

Nick. — I dreamed that Prince Charming was 
on his way to find the sleeping palace. 

Grau. — Tne very dream I dreamed. 

Nick. — And more: I saw three witches in my 
dream; who told me that, should the Prince suc- 
ceed, thy power in the land would wane, and tliee 
and fill the faithful members of thy band would 
perish. 

Grau. — Then let the Prince turn back or meet 
his fate. Sharpen your knives and be ready for 
him. 

Mark. — Master, why should we fear"? The briar 
hedge is firm and none can pass it. But yesterday 
I saw a bird light on it and perish in the instant. 

Grau. — Shut fast thy mouth, and do as thou art 
bid. An' now away: an' he who lets Prince 
Charming pass alive, look to his safety for he is 
as good as dead. 

Mveunf. 
Enter Queen, Genevieve and Beatrice. 



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Queen — Beneath the friendly shade of spreading 
trees, 
Let's pause and give full rein to all our grief. 
Gen. — AA ho has more cause to grieve than Gene- 
vieve, 
Whose every thought was for the Prince's 

good? 
The man who dared to wrong the Prince 

wronged me: 
And should one slay him, he would slay- me too. 
Beatrice — The grief of Beatrice will keep pace 
with thine. 
For all aifections ties bind me to thee. 
Be gay. Then will thy Beatrice laugh with glee: 
But when the pains of grief shall bow you low. 
Then all my joy is drowned in bitter tears. 
Queen — How can you know a mother's aching 
heart? 
There is no grief on earth so sharp as hers. 
I've reared my son to be a shining light 
Among the greatest rulers of the world, 
And at the moment when the time is ripe 
I find that madness has o'er-topped his mind. 

Enter Harold 

What tidings of the Prince? 

Har. — Small tidings, Queen, 

Not long ago I saw a little speck 
Ascend the summit of a distant hill, 
And hide itself upon the other side. 
I was so anxious to behold the Prince, 
That all my senses told me it was he: 
And yet, I have no right to say as much. 

Queen — Keep up the search, and follow every 
clue; 
He must be found before the fall of dew. 

Exit Harold. 

Bea. — Here comes another; let us question him. 

Enter Karl 



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Queen — My good man, liave you seen my way- 
ward son I 
You'll know him by liis wild and restless gaze, 
Unsteady gait and tremor of the hand. 
Gen. — Not so good sir; if on your way you've seen 
A comely yorth with bearing of a man, 
A lad as rich in mind as graybeard seer; 
Pray tell u^; quickly where he may be found. 
Karl. — Soft, my gentle ladies. You have given 
me two pictures to choose from, a wise man and 
a fool. If I find either I will send him to you an' 
let 5^ou do the choosing. An' now a charity for 
my service. 

Queen gives him a coin, 

Karl. — 'Tis not enough; so much for the fool: 
double it for the wise man. 

Crenevieve gives him a coin. 

Karl. — 'Tis well: Ladies adieu. 
Queen — Hold, my good man; it is 'the Prince we 
seek : 
Tf thou shouldst find him bring him to us here. 
And we'll reward thee with a royal gift. 

JiJrit Karl. 

What means the man by leaving in such haste? 

Gen. — His action is enough to rouse alarm. 
T fear he'll bring no good to our sad cause, 
For when he heard you speaking of the Prince, 
His eyes did open and his lips curled up. 
As if the music of your voice and words. 
Had set in motion his malicious cords. 

Bea. — Look, you, my Queen; the man is here 
again. 
And with him is another of his kind. 

Gren. — Let's have no more of them but go our way. 

Queen— Nay, let us hear what they have got to 
say. 
Despise no foul thing that may cross thy path 
Lest it refuse to yield the good it hath. 
Enter Karl and Graumark. 



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Grau. — What knavish trick art thou playing 
mel Thou broughtest tidings of the Prince, and 
then thou leadest me to a woman. 

Karl. — Master, I told but the truth :i uioinoiit 
ago; they said they sought the Prince. 

Grau, — Ladies, I have no more knowledge of 
the Prince than you have. An' now a bounty for 
the information. 
Gen. — I cannot think that you deserve our alms: 

But live in hopes of rich and royal gifts. 

If by the night you bring the Prince to us. 

Grau.— That is not the way I deal with my 
friends. I ask alms like a gentleman, and, if I 
get them not that way, I take them like a boor. 

(^He tries to take the Queen's purse.) 

Queen — Away! I am the Queen. 

Grau. — Well met, sister: I am a sovereign also 
an' my realm is larger than tl ine, for it lies 
wherever I may be. So pay thy tribute like a 
royal lady: an' thou doest not I shall take it by 
force of arms. 

Queen — (Throwing him her purse.) Take it and 
go. 

Grau. — Farewell sister. I will return thy bount}^ 
by permitting thee to depart from my kingdom 
in peace. 

JExeunt Grraumark and Karl. 
Bea. — My Queen, what think you of the base 

canaille ! 
Queen — We '11 think of them as little as we can. 

For deeds like this do not enrich the mind. 

Let's further on, search moor and field and 
wood ; 

Adventures liere will never bring us good. 

Exeunt. 
Scene III. Another part of the forest, in sight of the 

briar hedge. Enter Merlina. 
Mer. Fairies, fairies, one and all, 

Come a't Queen Merlina 's call. 



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Make the forest rich and gay, 
Drive the hornet far away: 
Ope' the petals of the flowers, 
Nourish them with gentle showers. 
Make the cricket chirp with glee: 
Loose the fragrant honey bee. 
Tune the voice of thrush and wren; 
Lock the snake within its den: 
Banish all in disarray. 
For the Prince comes here today. 
E}iter Rohiii 

Robin — Queen Merlina, Royal maid. 
All thine orders are obeyed. 
Snakes are hidden, forest ridden 
Of small things that give offense. 

Mer. — Thy task is only half complete. 
Remain in some obscure retreat. 
And save the Prince if danger may 
Confront him when he comes this way. 

Exit Rohiii. 
Enter Tiphaine. 

Mer. — It is easy to explain 

What has brought thee, sweet Tiphaine. 

By thy presence I can tell 

That the Prince is here as well. 
Tiph. — By the fairies' aid and cunning 

To the briar hedge he's coming; 

With him all of us rejoice, 

Following sweet Echo's voice. 
Mer. — W^e may well rejoice my friend. 

When his journey's at an end. 

Guard Prince Charming on his way, 

While T make his pathway gay. 

Exit Merlina. 

Tiph — ^To guard the Prince I will be nigh, 
Invisible to mortal eye. 
And all I do shall be his gain; 
If he should thirst I'll send him rain. 
If weary and for rest he cry 



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I'll look for moss where he may lie; 
I'll do small tilings to help his fate 
For little things help on the great. 

She goes up. 
Enter Prince. 
Prince — Alone among these woods how sweet to 
roam, 
Free from the noisy strife and pomp of courts. 
Here find we all God's works without disguise, 
All perfect and in order as he planned. 
Here mystery on mystery unroll. 
With more to come beyond our strictest ken. 
Here may we learn the littleness of man, 
By dipping into nature's mighty store: 
For while her secrets to the mind unfold, 
We die with half the story still untold. 
Enter Harold. 

Har. — Prince, I have found you. 

Prince— So it seems my friend. 

Har. — Your royal mother begs you to return,' 

And sends me here as her ambassador. 

My gracious Prince, I hope you will comply. 

For your wild ways distress our loving queen, 

And me, and Genevieve, and all the court. 

Behold, my Prince, how many you disturb; 

Obey the queen and bring us peace again. 
Prince — Fie. Harold, fie. I've sworn a royal oath 

To serve my country for its people's good. 

Then wouldst thou tempt me to betray the 
trust ? 

Oh, Harold: I had better thoughts of thee. 
Har. — You cannot serve your people when you're 
dead. 

And death will claim you if you reach the 
hedge. 
Prince — Then if it is to be I'll cry ''well done." 

And if success should crown me I'll rejoice. 

If all goes well great things will come to pass: 

When Kosamond awakes a mighty host 



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Will rise with her and crush out evil things 
Which now distress the land that we must 

serve. 
TJie stake is worth the trial, friend of mine; 
And should [ fail in purpose none shall say 
That in my duty I went far astray. 
Har.- — If you insist then must I stay with you, 
And humor all your ways till comes a change 
That will restore you to your proper mind. 
Prince — Then humor me, my well beloved friend. 
And thus continue to my journey's end. 
Knter Sclireekmnth. 
Schreck. — I 've thrown a curse upon your head ; 

If you advance you will be dead . Exit. 

Har. — This is the dame we saw that frightful 
night. 
She follows you about to do you harm. 
Beware, Prince, how you tempt your fate. 
Turn back before it is too late. 
Prince- — Contciid thyself witL humoring my 
whims. 
And take no heed of any stranger cry. 
Enter JJunkelmarth. 
Dunkel. — Your journey's idle: it will end in woe. 

Exit. 
Prince — This is the second; we'll await the third. 

Enter Wrack m(ir. 
Wrack. — This is the last; I'll say no more. 

Remember those who went before. Exit. 

Prince — Like dogs afraid to bite these creatures 
try 
To frighten us with bluster and with noise. 
We'll take no lieeld of them but go our way. 
Why friend! is't true 'thy courage is all spent? 
Or am I looking with a jaundiced eye, 
That sees things not as they would really be; 
But as a sickly mind translates the signs. 
And turns what should be fair to ugliness? 
Har. — ^Prince, I am weak. A sickness comes o'er 
me 



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And though 'twas fear of death that brought it 

on, 
I'd gladly die that such an ill might end. 
Prince — I know the remedy for such complaints: 
Another fright will drive this one away. 
Look not for danger through a telescope; 
But wait until you find it close at hand. 
Now lei us on. * But hold! Who comes this way 
With stealthy creeping tread, as if they sought 
To steal unseen on unsuspecting prey. 
Har. — There is no doubt of danger now, my prince, 

You will admit the time has come for flight. 
Prince — We do not know that they are seeking us. 

So let us wait until we are assured. 
Har. — Look, Prince! They press us close. 
Prince — Stand where thou art: 

Unloose thy sword and wait; keep both knees 

straight ; 
And let thine eyes blink not nor stare abroad: 
But look inditferent, as if thou think 'st 
The men who come are peacefully inclined. 
Tiphaine — Robin, Robin, hear my call; 
Danger will our friends befall. 
Where the branches cast their shade, 
Hasten, hasten, to my ai'd. 
Enter Rohin. 

Robin — Now the fun begins in earnest: 
This is work as well as play. 
We will make the robbers harmless, 
W^hen we steal iheir swords away. 
Enter G-raumark and Robbers 

Prince — Your names and business with me gentle- 
men? 
Grau. — My name is Graumark, and the rest 

Have each a name, but that is naught to thee. 

My business with thee will be soon dispatched. 

'Tis simple, and may be explained at once. 

Then will I leave thee to the birds of prey. 
Prince — You mean that I am not to pass alive. 



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(^Rohin and Tiphaine steal the daggers from the robbers.') 

Grau. — No matter What I mean, words are in vain ; 
And in my trade I have small nse for them. 
My argument's in dagger and in sword; 
And with the backing of these lusty men, 
We'll have the argument all on my side. 
Prince — To pray for mercy of such hounds is 
vain; 
And so like hounds we'll treat you. Harold, 

draw. 
We'll get some sport e'en in our discontent, 
And make a goodly fight although we die. 
Grau. — The time is ripe, draw forth your blades 

and strike. 
Hal. — My dagger's gone. 
Mark. — And mine.. 

Karl. — And so is mine. 

Nick. — Which one of you has filched my trusty 

sword f 
Grau. — Strike, hounds, I say. 
Karl. — We cannot strike, we're done. 

Prince — Away, you dogs; for in a moment more, 
I'll make you food for jackal and for crow. 

Exeunt Robbers, 

Grau.- — The devil take them for a set of clowns. 
But with my staff alone I'll end this work. 
Robin holds his arm. 

What weight is on my arm that holds it down? 

What fever's in my head that makes it burn? 

Now would I strike, but feeble as a child, 

I cannot raise vf\y hand above an inch 
Prince— Why stand 'st thou there, art thou afra'd 
to figiit? 

Or hast thou learned a lesson from Prince 
Charming? 
Echo — ( Calling tvithot(.t)'PYmce Charming. 
Prince — Who's calling me I 
Echo — I'm calling thee. 
Prince — Which way? 



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Echo— This way. 

Prince — Thy voice is sweet as birds: if all the 
world 
Should try to hold me back, I'd follow thee. 
Echo — Follow me. 

Exeunt Prince, Robin and Tipliaine. 

liar. — Tlie Prince was right, my courage has re- 
turned. 
Now will I follow him o'er land and sea. 
Through danger and through fire: 
Nor pause until we reach the hedge of briar. 

Exit, 

Grau. — May all the curses of the damned light 
on the knaves who overthrew my plans. I'll af- 
ter them to call them to account, and make them 
feel the power of my hand. 

Exit. 

Scene IV~ The Briar Hedge. Enter Echo. 

Echo— Thy pathway ends: the hedge is here. 

Be strong and brave. Draw near, draw near. 
Prince — ( Without ) Which way? 
Echo — This way. 

Enter Prince. 
Prince — Now beats my heart with every breath; 

Now leaps the blood into my brain. 

At last we reach the journey's end, 

And all I strived for is at hand. 
Har. — Not yet the end, for we must pass the 

hedge. 
Prince — Then we will at it now, I cannot wait. 
Echo— Wait. 
Prince — Again that voice resounding in my ear. 

I've followed it thus far and yet I'm safe. 

Through all the way it led me out of harm; 

And now it bids me wait: must I obey? 
Echo— Obey. 

Prince — Like one who finds a sword that serves 
him well 



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And trusts in it thereafter, I obey. 
Har. — Prince is it time, now shall we force the 

hedge ? 
Prince — Not jet I'll rest awhile. 
Har.— So be it then. 

Alone I'll venture through that none may say, 
"Our Harold's courage has all flown away." 
He disappears through the hedge. 

Prince^ — Wait, Harold, wait; the time is not yet 

ripe. 
Har. — Oh, Prince, I'm caught, come quickly or I 

die. 
Prince — Take courage, friend, I'll soon be at thy 

side. 
The Prince tries to cut aioay the hedge ivith his sivord. 
Har. — 'Tis useless, for my days are done: 
My earthly pilgrimage is run. 
Asunder soul and body fly; 
Adieu, my Prince, for here I die. 
Prince — Now has one passed who might have 
been 
A credit to his race and kin. 
Henceforth in heaven the angels may 
Guide him along the royal way. 

Writer Queen, G-enevieve and Beatrice. 

Queen — Quick, Genevieve, for I have found the 
Prince. 
At last my son I have thee by my side. 
Here on my knees I beg thee to return. 
Prince— Good mother, Harold's life is passed 

away. 
Queen^ — 'Tis well: -^e may not grieve for all must 
die. 
But thou art safe, for which the Lord be 

praised. 
Behold the fate of Harold and be warned. 
Return, my son, and make thy mother glad. 
See how I kneel a supplient to thee. 
Behold I weep; canst thou withstand my tears? 



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Prince — My reason and my instincts are at war, 
And inclination bids me yield to thee, 
But I have come thus far upon my quest. 
And at the very threshold of success 
My ears must turn away from thy complaint. 

Queen— Then out upon thee vile, ungrateful son. 
Had I the power of witch or sorserer, 
I'd curse thee till thou reeked with loathsome 

sores. 
No more with gentle kindness will I try 
To bend thee to my will. 
But like a foe and traitor to the queen, 
I'll make thee pay the forfeit with thy life; 
And then proclaim thy madness to the world. 

Gen. — Have mercy, Queen, all that he does is 
right. 

Queen — Beware, thou jade, if thou tak'st side 
with him 
Thy head shall fall to keep him company. 
Enter Graumark, Robbers and Witches. 

Bea. — (Prince! look that way, more danger is at 
hand. 

Queen — Good gentlemen you have arrived in 
time. 
Tliis man has proved a traitor to his queen. 
The price of traitors shall be paid to you 
If executioners you choose to be. 
I'll give you gifts and you may go your way. 
And boast to friends that you have slain a 
prince. 

Prince — Peace, lady, peace: thy love and reason's 

flown. 

Some fiend, with hellish arts has captured thee, 

And of their jewels robbed thy mind and soul. 

Grau. — I have no use for reason nor for love: 

but jewels suit my taste. (2o robbers') Now if 

you wish to live get at your work; and this time 

see that all your knives are safe. 

Bea. — Think well before you act. This noble lad 
Loves all the world and you among the rest. 



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Consider well before you do liim harm, 
For you may hurt a friend instead of foe. 

Grau. — Now lads to work. 

Queen — And make the business sure. 

(^The middle of the hedge turns to a hower of roses. The 
door of the sleeping palace is seen heyond. Merlma 
and Fairies in hoiver Fairies form ttvo lines up arid 
doivn the stage guarding a path for the Prince, to the 
door of the palace ) 

Merlina — 

Sound the lute and crash the cymbol. 

Raise the chorus loud and clear. 
Fill the heart with golden promise, 

At the close of hundred year. 

Now the briars turn to roses; 

All the way from harm is free, 
To the palace where the princess. 

Wrapped in slumber, waits for thee. 

Close unto the palace portal 
We have brought thee, now adieu. 

Hasten to the sleeping princess. 
Wake her and love's way pursue. 



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ACT III. 
The Sleeping Beauty. 

Scene A Hall in the Sleeping Palace. Rosamond on a 
dais. King Rufus seated. Page. Lady in waiting. 
All discove?'ed sleeping. 

Enter Prince. 

Prince— Where 'er I go I find a mimic death, 
That makes each chamber like a sepulcher. 
The birds beneath their wings have hid their 

heads 
And all the mantles hang in sleepy folds 
Against the wall. 

E'en from the mice have joy and passion fled, 
And holy stillness fills the halls with dread. 
All these forget life's scars and seams, 
While lost in the shadowy land of dreams. 

Oh, blissful land of happy dreams. 

Where all our fondest hopes take form: 
Where sorrow dies and joy beams; 

Where peace is found in fiercest storm. 

Here father meets his buried son, 

And mother finds her child again; 
While 'parted lovers meet upon 

The ways that lead fro,mi care and pain. 

My pretty page with smiling face. 
Dreaming of love and maiden grace; 
If I should kiss you you'd declare, 
You had the favor of your fair. 
To you great king I'll talk of fight. ^ 
And you may dream that in your might 
You're sacking towns ;or else I'll say 
Great wrongs afflict us that you may 



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In dream revolve the prohlem o'er 
To right our wrongs forever more. 

He sees Uosamond. 

But lo, hut soft! What vision's here! 
What heauty dawns as I draw near! 
Bewitching maid, I'll talk of thee, 
In hopes that thou may'st dream of me. 
All that is thine rich charms impart: 
Thy beauty hath ensnared my heart: 
And that thou may'st increase my bliss, 
Awaken with this heaven born kiss. 

The Prince kisses Rosamond 

Rosa. — What changing dream drifts o 'er me now ? 
Prince — No dream so sweet as this I trow. 
Rosa. — To waken would a sin beseem. 
Prince — Nay, love, this is no fleeting dream. 
Rosa. — Then let me sleep and dream of thee. 
Prince — Nay, wake and always live with me. 
Rosa. — My greatest joy shall always be. 

Asleep, awake, to dream of thee. 
Prince — Hold back the hours that speed too fast. 

For I have found my love at last. 
Enter Schreckmuth. 



Schreck. — The deed is done beyond recall. 
Now death awaits us one and all. 



Dies. 



Enter Wrackma ' 

Wrack.— Our curses have been all in vain; 
She wakes from sleep and we are slain. Dies. 
Enter BunkelmartJi. 

Dunkel. — No use, for us to cry Wait, wait. 

'Tis time to meet the witches' fate. Dies. 

Rosa. — Quick, love and work with might and 
main. 

To bring them back to life again. 
Prince — No leech's skill nor surgeon's art 

Can to the dead fresh life impart. 



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From their sad fate this lesson take. 
All evils die when virtues wake. 

All the sleepers awake. 
King — Who dares unbidden seek my presence 

here 1 
Prince — My noble lord, 'twas love of all mankind 
That made me leave my home and seek for you. 
Could you behold the wretched land T s.ii've, 
The poverty, the sickness and <;listr(3ss, 
That makes each man a foe agains: his kind. 
You would not turn your angry frow^ on him 
Who bursts into your presence bur tc pray 
For all your strength to drive our wrongs aAvay. 
King — A goodly youth and one thiit suits my 

mind. 
But of thy kingdom I am not advised. 
Whence comest thou and tell me vriiat's thy 

name 1 
Prince — I'm called Prince Charming and my 

kingdom lies 
A little to the east beyond the lii^ls. 
King — Why, thou art mad; there lies no king- 
dom there. 
'Tis but a waste where wildest creatures dwell. 
Prince — A hundred years has wrought a mightly 

change. 
And where the restless beast once roamed at 

large 
Grreat cities rise — Nay, 'tis the truth my liege. 
Send forth your swiftest messenger and he 
Returning will bear witness of the truth. 
King — Thy counsel's good although I doubt thy 

word. 
Up page, away. Ride o'er the eastern hills 
And bring me back a picture of the land 
That lies beyond. {JExit Page ) My lad, I love 

thee well: 
But should I find that thou hast come to me 
With foolish tales that show thee to be mad, 
Then must I, for the good of all mankind. 



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Enclose thee in a dungeon where you may 
Sport with the fiend of madness till you die. 

Prince^ — Pray wait until your messenger returns. 
I am so sure the page will serve my cause 
By bringing you a knowledge of my realm 
That I'll make. bold to seek your daughter's 

hand. 
Her heart is mine already. Is't not so? 

Rosa. — My heart, my mind, my soul, aye all of me, 
Is at thy bidding till the day I die. 
To love thee is a privilege beyond 
All other things the world can give to me. 
To be with thee my only joy in life 
To serve thee well a duty that I dread. 
Because my service falls beneath my love. 

King — Come, stand apart and cease this foolish- 
ness. 
What, give my daughter to a lad who's mad? 

Prince — But, Sire, I pray- — but list to me awhile. 

King — No, not a single word; mine ears are clos- 
ed. 
For thou art mad until I learn the truth. 
Enter Queen Ethel. 

And now what will our queen and gentle wifef 
Ethel — I'm almost dazed with that which I have 
seen. 
And know not if I'm mad or else bewitched. 
But now arising from my sleep I went 
To breathe the air; when from the rampart wall 
I saw a sight that shocked my very soul. 
For where rich fields and open plains should be 
A mighty forest stands and on all sides 
Cuts off our castle from the outer world. 
Each tree may hold a hundred rings within, 
And tangled weeds and vines conceal the 

trunks. 
This is the work of fairy or of witch; 
Or else I'm mad with visions in my brain. 
King — Has all the world gone mad, or has the 
time 



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Made mighty strides within a single night? 
I'll go and see this wonder for myself. 
And, lad, take heed. If by the set of snn 
No messenger returns to prove thy words, 
I'll make my promise good and you shall lie 
Within a dungeon till the day you die. l^nt. 

Ethel — My daughter Rosamond, what makes thee 
sadf 
What evil thing has dawned to quench thy 
smiles? 

Lady — My Queen, your daughter has a common 
ill 
That all are subject to before they die. 
A Prince from o'er the eastern hills has come, 
And cast his eyes on her with love's intent, 
And so bewitched her that her former life, 
Is wiped away by all the joys that bring 
A new existence in the realms of love. 

Ethel — Then if the Prince is worthy of my child 
She should be wreathed in smiles not courting 
tears. 

Rosa. — My happiness depends upon a page, 
A flippant boy, who should he go astray. 
Or linger o 'er the smiles of some new love, 
And not return from o'er the eastern hills; 
Then father swears he '11 snatch the prince from 

me 
And shut him in a dungeon till he die. 

Ethel — ^Then let thy sorrow rest till set of sun. 
Meantime be gay and frolic with thy prince. 
Where is the lad? 

Prince — My lady, I am he 

Who dared to play the thief, and, while she 

slept, 
Crept to your daughter's side and stole her love. 

Ethel — Methinks that both are thieves since 
Rosamond 
Makes no complaint against thy boyish act. 
But come. 
Until the sun has sunk within the west, 



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Feed on each other's smiles and be content. 
And as for me, I'll watch the eastern hills, 
And bring you tidings when the page returns. 

Exeunt Ethel and Lady 

Prince — Now give me leave to bathe me in thy 
smiles 
And let them wash away all trace of guile, 
So fitting me for services I owe 
To sweet and gentle dove like Rosamond. 

Rosa. — On thee my smiles shall rain in constant 
showers; 
But not to make thee good, for thou art so. 
If smiles can make us better, smile on me, 
And then, mayhap, I'll be as good as thee. 

Prince — Thy smiles can make me brave to meet 
the fray. 
That rages in the world from day to day. 
The smiles that tell of love within thee hid 
Will purify my soul, all vice forbid. 
And I made perfect, by example may. 
With darts of love smooth every rugged way. 

Rosa. — I know not why I love you but 'tis true. 
Love 's paths I blindly walk led on by you. 
'Tis sweet to follow when you lead the way: 
With you as guide the rugged roads seem gay. 

Enter King. 

King — I'm half amind to think the boy is right. 
If forests rise within a single night. 
Why not a city and a kingdom too? 
But mysteries like these twist time askew. 
Enter Queen Ethel and Lady 

Prince — What say you, madam, has the page ar- 
rived? 
Ethel — Not yet arrived ; but I have news for thee. 

Two ladies in a habit not our own. 

But of a foreign style, are at our doors. 

No squire and no page are in their train. 

And yet 'tis plain to see they're noble born. 



Prince-No doubt they are two ladies from my 

If so7 trust your Majesty will speak with them. 

Kin^— Ave that I will, and gladly say I so. 
Admit \hem. And my noble son-m-law, 
For soon I hope to call thee by that name, 
Stand by my side and help to make my court. 

Unter Genevieve and Beatrice 
Arise, fair maids; and I will ope^ my ears 
To let thy words sink deep into my lieart 

Gen.— Like beggars we have come to ask tor 

Andtray for shelter through the chilly nig lit. 
King-We gladly grant you shelter nor will ask 

The reason why you left your home without 

A page or squire to keep you company. 

But of your home I fain would question yon; 

Where does it lie; how far removed from herej 
Bea -Beyond the eastern hills our castle stands. 

Within a land beset with every woe. 

There thieves abound and every loathsome 

plague. . 1-11^ 

While envy, brawl, rebellion rule the land 
King-And what hast thou to add to such a tale! 
Gen -All that she says is true, my noble lord. 
There stands our Prince and he can testity 
To every word my sister Beatrice speaks. 
King-To you we give the freedom of our halls; 
And for our bounty you may pay with smiles. 
Look to them Ethel; give them all they need 
And spare no pains to make them feel at ea.e. 
aenevieve and Beatrice go up with Ethel 
Enter Page. 
Well Page, thou com'st too late; but say thy 

Page— My lord 'twas as you said: no kingdom 

Beyond the eastern hills, but barren wastes 
Where beasts of prey abound and wage a war 



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With slimy snakes and even with themselves. 

King — Stop boy, thou liest; I have just learned 
the truth 
Aye, drop thy head and let the crimson blush 
Paint all thy face an everlasting red. 
Come now be brief: why did'st thou forge that 
lie? 

Page — My king, I went not o'er the eastern hills: 
But on the way I met a noble dame, 
Who said she was a queen and bade me tell 
The tale that I liave just set forth to you. 
Then bidding me return she fell and died. 
Saying "Prince Charming thou art surely 
doomed." 

King^ — Know'st thou the dame of which the page 
relates ? 

Prince — My lord, that was the queen my dam. 
I beg and pray you'll say no more of her, 
But leave my sorrow to gnaw at my soul 
In silence while you go your merry way. 
For pity only sharpens sorrows edge. 
And makes it cut the deeper in our hearts. 

King — Thy pleasure is our own, let's all be gay, 
For this is our Prince Charming 's wedding 

day. 
And Kosamond, be gay; the boy was right; 
You shall be man and wife this very night. 

Ethel — This day of happiness is incomplete, 
And this betrothal nothing but a cheat. 
Unless our fairy godmother is here. 
To bless our daughter Rosamond's career. 
Enter Merlina and Fairies. 

Merlina — Kind friends, I come to close the play; 
And bless my godchild's wedding day. 
Your pardon if we've wearied you; 
Ring down the drop, and so adieu. 
But e'er you go this lesson take; 
All evils end when virtues wake. 

The End. 



JUN 3 1913 



